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390 pages, ebook
First published July 7, 2015



“In a shocking turn of events,Gemma Summers fails once again to find her true love.”
“He's the embodiment of composure;I'm the epitome of chaos”
“The past holds pain;the future holds promise.”








“So, do you?”
“Do I what?” he asks.
“Do a lot of lunges.”
A full smile breaks out on his face. “You’ll have to come to the gym with me sometime, find out for yourself.”
“Oh, no. Working out isn’t exactly my thing. Seriously, the last time I did a lunch I think I sprained by vagi-“ My lips slam closed. “My leg. A muscle in my leg.”
“One night. No strings … That’s all I can offer. That’s all I need …I don’t do long term. Not ever.
“You don’t date,” I remind him… “You don’t do more”
“That’s true … Maybe that’s because I wasn’t doing it with you.”
“Are you ever gonna do it?” he asks abruptly.
I stare at him, confused. “Do what?”
“Let me in.” His eyes narrow. “Because this running away, pushing me away, keeping me at arm’s length shit is getting old.”
“We’re going back to the city now. Specifically, to my apartment. More specifically, to my bed,” he says, his voice rough. “We aren’t leaving until we’ve worked out whatever this is between us – so, you might want to clear your schedule, sunshine. I have a feeling that’s gonna take a while”
“Don’t tell me I don’t care about you, because it’s bullshit. Don’t tell me I’m not in this with you, because I am. I’m in it, sunshine. And I care – a hell of a lot more than I ever thought I would.” He drops his forehead to rest against mine, and his voice loses a tiny bit of its edge. “This relationship – it’s happening. You and me – we’re partners.”
He’s a sculpture.
Painstakingly chiselled into perfection over the course of years, until arias could be written about his eyebrows, his cheekbones, the freaking shape of his nostrils.
And me?
Well, I’m probably a finger-painting.
Done by a three-year-old.
Without supervision.
When you start to fall, don’t talk yourself out of it – the right man will be there at the bottom, to catch you. Take a risk on messy. Live fearlessly. Love recklessly. Most of all, just love.
"Yep." I grin, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Im so badass, sometimes I don't even safety eject my USB drives-I just whip them out of the computer and shove them back in my desk."
"But..." I'm really grasping at straws, now. "You don't date," I remind him, desperate to believe my own words. "You don't do more."
"That's true. Maybe that's because I wasn't doing it with you."
"We're together. You're mine. Which means, I give a shit. I'm always going to give a shit. We're going to fight, we're going to make mistakes, we're probably going to drive each other fucking crazy because, like I said earlier, you're a loon.